"Agreed," Dean with a shrug of one shoulder. BOC was a bit cheesy for this kind of thing. "Besides, between you and me? Last time I was knee deep in this crap Dust in the Wind was my jam," he flashed and smirk and picked his shovel up again. "You want some help or should I just pick a grave and keep myself busy? I'm sure someone else around here could use a good salt and burn."